Words in Sand Ch. 04-05

(Note: all characters are 18 and over)

Introduction

College student Grayson Nichols finds an unmarked package at his doorstep. Inside, a copper ornamental box contains a statue holding a small bowl. Instructions translate before his eyes and read:

Fill the bowl with sand and write a command.

The command must be legible.

Write as many commands in a day as you wish.

A person cannot be commanded more than once a day.

A person cannot be commanded for more than 137th of a day.

A person must be properly identified.

Now, Grayson suspects he's damned, but he intends to see how far he can bend the world to his will. Marcus Aurelius once said, "A man's worth is no greater than his ambitions." If that's true, Grayson may have the highest net worth on the planet.

Hampered only by an old injury at the hands of a bully, he fills the bowl with sand and starts writing.

Chapter 4

Grayson wrote in the sand late into the night and had barely grabbed a few hours of sleep before his alarm went off. Yet he shook off the tiredness and sat up. He let the pain in his leg and back battle through his body and then stood. He felt stronger. Perhaps all this exercise had done him some good.

Amy slid into the room and closed the door. Blonde hair hung in her face. She dropped her clothes.

"Get on your knees. That's a good stepsis. I haven't had a tug at my own dick in a long time. So keep your mouth open so I can use it as a receptacle." He stood over her, stroking his meat and slapping her with it. He pushed it down her throat, and she gagged. Then he jizzed into her mouth, and she swallowed without complaint. He said, "I have a long day. Wish me luck."

He went out to the car. The paint peeled from the hood in long strips. One window never shut all the way. His tires were bald. He turned the key, and it just whirred slowly, and he pumped the gas. Finally, it roared to life. The battery was low, or the starter was going bad, but it didn't matter. He was getting a new ride today. He had rich people in the city drop bags of money in specific locations. Ten minutes wasn't long to control people, so he had to find out when they visited banks so he or another of his band could pick it up before they could turn back. He tried to keep it to a minimum. t's funny how protective people were of their hard-earned cash.

He pulled into the dealership, and soon, a man came out to shake his hand.

"My name's Andrew, let me get you a salesman. Why don't you look at this one while I find someone?" He put his hand on the red-painted door. "Twin turbo inline-six and a manual transmission, right here."

"Very nice. But I use my turn signals, and with my leg and all, using a clutch is a little hard."

Andrew frowned at the offending leg. "Well, lots of other options."

"I know exactly what I want, and it's right here."

"A luxury V8. I like your style. I guess I can get you started. With the rates we pay to keep the cars nowadays, I won't be able to get you a deal, I'm afraid."

"Alright, let's see what we can do." Let's see what I can do.

Andrew brought him to a back office and started the long process of trying to sell warranties and paint coatings and all those things that could add an extra ten grand or more. Then he said, "Oh, I didn't see this, but there's a five thousand dollar markup. I'm sorry."

Even though Grayson collected a lot of money, he wouldn't blow it all on a single purchase. And he sure wouldn't pay a markup. He cased the place out and looked at their commercials and advertisements, which was enough to work with in the sand. "Oh, that's unfortunate. That might stretch my budget."

Hazel entered the room with a stack of paperwork and sat it on the desk. She wore a white sweater that did nothing to hide her large tits. Her face went slack, and her body changed posture. She said, looking at Grayson, "I think I know you." She then seemed horrified by her own words. "Fuck you."

A silence draped over the three of them.

Grayson cleared his throat, took out his phone, and started recording. "What is happening?"

The blood drained from Andrew's face. "I don't know. Hazel?"

Her eyes looked watery a little wild, but she couldn't do anything to stop herself. "Are you recording me? I don't care, fuck you." She reached down and pulled her sweater up to reveal a bra. She then grabbed the bra and pulled until her tits bounced free. Large nipples stuck out in the air-conditioned room. "A good show, huh, you perverts."

Grayson slapped the table. "What kind of establishment do you run here? I will not stand to be insulted and sexually harassed." She put her tits away, and he stopped recording.

Andrew grimaced. "Hazel, get out I'll deal with you later."

She walked out the door but looked through the glass into the room.

Grayson leaned back. How'd you like the show, general manager? "I don't think the city would like to know how I've been treated. Though I suppose you might attract a new clientele."

"I honestly have no idea what happened here today. I'm willing to let you walk out of here happy. How about a ten percent discount, no markup."

"I've never in all my life seen or heard of such outrageous behavior. I want half off, not less, and not more."

Before Andrew could retort, Hazel pressed her boobs against the glass.

"There goes September's numbers."

"Okay, get that paperwork ready, and I will sign." As the general manager readied it, he said. "I think you're employee needs a little lesson in proper behavior. I might not know how to sell cars, but I know when someone needs discipline."

"There's not much I can do but fire her. Ron does the HR duties, and I'll give him the information when he's in."

Grayson ignored Andrew and waved Hazel back in. "Your actions here insulted me and embarrassed your boss. What do you think of this idea? I hand out a little punishment, and you don't get fired?"

"Yes, whatever you want." Her eyes widened at the words coming from her mouth. The statue had about five minutes left of control.

She pulled the blinds closed. She began to undress. Andrew only stared as he dropped the paperwork before picking it up again with Grayson's signature scrawled in the box.

Grayson began to fondle her tits. He pinched her nipples and bounced the jugs in his hands. "Your employees may be rude, but I see why you keep them on." The man lost thirty-five thousand dollars on one deal, but he got a show if it were any consolation.

Andrew had to clear his throat. His eyes followed the hypnotic movement of the titties. But then he said nothing, just loosened his tie.

Grayson slid his hands between her legs and soon had her arching her back. "Now, Hazel, bend over the desk. I'm going to fuck you."

She rose and rested her elbows on the desk, and her tits swayed before Andrew.

Grayson lined himself up behind her and jammed himself in. "I think I'm leaving a satisfied customer."

Her tits began a pendulum motion as he thrust. He had to work quickly. Her tight pussy didn't make it difficult.

Now, general manager, you know you're scum, maybe worse than myself. Stop sitting there in shock and do something to implicate yourself.

She started a high-pitched grunt as he slammed into her. Finally, Andrew groped her tits. He pulled the downpointing nipples until she went, "Ahhhh." Perfect, now Andrew would cover for Grayson. And she wouldn't have a leg to stand on if she were to try escalating this—nice and tidy.

In a short time, after turning her around and cumming down her throat, after taking the keys and getting a thank you, he slid into the leather seats of his new car. It purred, not like a kitten, but like a cheetah.

This is what life is all about.

He pulled up to the curb of a large patio complex of seating areas and stores and exited his car. He wanted a coffee, but then, as he frolicked up the steps with the dexterity of an eighty-year-old drunkard, the muscles in his leg spasmed. His calf seized and shot lightning bolts into the core of his existence. All he could do was curl up in the fetal position and groan.

Okay, please stop, this is what life is all about.

Then he felt kneading on his leg. Oh, the pleasure of the tense muscles relaxing. He looked up to see his angel. A girl hovered over him. She had wavy brunette hair and a round face. Why, she was beautiful. He said, "Thank you so much. I think I'm good now." That, of course, was an exaggeration.

She smiled. "I was about to get some coffee. Do you want to sit out here with me?"

What? It wasn't just his leg that turned women away. Over the years, his smile had become more of a show of teeth, at best, a leer. And if that somehow didn't do it, his cynicism could wilt even the most positive person if they stayed around him long. "It's okay. I don't want to derail your day. I'm terrible at small talk anyway."

Her smile broadened. "You're funny. Come on."

Somehow, he ended up at a round metal table under an umbrella across from this girl.

"My name's Rain."

"That's an odd name. I mean, nice, I like it, but just unexpected."

"I don't like my parents or the name they gave me, so this is what everyone knows me by."

They talked for a little while. Somehow, it went okay, and he didn't even make any remark too revolting. But why was he wasting his time? He had things to do. Many things. Tomorrow, he'd see his new business one of his cronies talked him into. He had a college to subjugate. And that was only the beginning.

She brought out an envelope and a quill pen. "Sorry, I just have to write this quickly so I can drop it off on the way back."

"What are you doing? Why not send an email?"

"I don't touch technology. I don't have a cell phone, and I have a film camera."

They talked pleasantly for thirty minutes, and he realized she was flirting with him. Perhaps she just had flirty eyes. That is a thing. She glanced at a watch and said to meet her here on Friday. He couldn't believe it, and he tried to refuse, but she stopped him with a hug and ran off.

What's the issue with having a friend? It would not interfere.

Chapter 4

Grayson pulled along the curb near his house. He'd stay out of the driveway and a few houses down. Not great for walking. He'd have a new place to live soon but didn't want to deal with his stepdad's questions. He ambled into the house and to his room.

He had no idea why, but an anger seemed to well up within him. Why was Rain wasting her fucking time on him? That bitch. With her rent-free in his head, how would he write the long list of commands to get the grand design rolling?

"Amy!"

She entered his room. Her blue eyes still seemed to harbor too much arrogance. But she stripped her clothes until she stood naked.

"I've decided to fuck you."

She looked to the door as if she might run. Though she had no idea the extent of his power over her, she'd seen enough to know better. So she just stood there.

"There's a duffle bag in the closet. Get it out."

She obeyed and put it on the bed. She unzipped it to reveal ropes and other implements.

"Put on that mask. It's soundproof for gaming, but it'll do for other activities."

He could see the conflict within her. Everything told her not to do as he said. But he'd made it clear that her freedom was conditional. She fastened the black mask over her face. It covered her mouth and nose.

"Comfortable? Now get the ropes out."

She laid ropes and shackles on the bed.

"Go ahead."

She looked at him. Her blue eyes held fear.

That's more like it.

She hooked the ropes to shackles on her wrists, ankles, and bedposts. She laid back on his bed and watched him pull the ropes taught.

His erection throbbed, so he had to take a dip. He pulled himself free and shoved the head into her pussy. "I didn't expect you to squeeze me so tightly." He forced himself another inch and started the rhythm.

She might have been moaning, but no sound came from the mask. Her eyes glanced at the implements near the bag.

"You're curious what else I have for you? Let's see." He pulled out clamps and pinched it down on her nipple. Her eyes closed, and she shook her head. He displayed another clamp. Her eyes widened, and she shook her head more vigorously. This is your fault, Rain! Why did you interrupt me?

She appeared to be sobbing. His dick took a life of its own as it rammed home repeatedly. He gave her nipples a break and took off the clamps. But then he reached for the switch. This made him a little nervous. His stepdad slept with loud white noise, but still, there was a slim chance it could be heard. Fuck it, he was prepared, and nothing could stop him. Not Rain, and not Amy's dad.

Grayson fucked her harder and took the switch to her thigh. The jolt of the pain ran through her. He could barely hear any noise she made. He swatted her other thigh and then her tit. The last made her shake. But there was only so much he could do before he pulled out and erupted over her stomach.

He teetered on his feet. "I have to sit down." He saw his burner phone light up. He saw a message.

We outside.

Come in, he texted.

Danial and Sarah entered. They stared at Amy, still tied spread eagle on the bed. Danial was one of the new cronies he made in World Civilizations. The good thing about him is he came from a wealthy family and was a business expert.

Grayson waved them in. "Have a seat. Sorry, just the bed, but there's room."

Danial ducked under Amy's leg to sit upright. "The company's set up, and we have the office space. My only concern is none of us know the domain. Staffing means we'll need reps to get people to work through us."

"Don't worry. I'm a people person and just need a few of us to run the phones."

"I guess I wouldn't doubt your ability."

Sarah piped in. "Could I have a nibble?"

Danial grinned. "Of course. Make yourself at home."

Sarah situated herself between Amy's legs. She ran her hands along Amy's smooth skin, along the lines of full hips and perky tits. "Sticky. You've already had your fun, huh?" She began sucking on Amy's pussy lips.

Danial watched the show for a moment and turned. "The place isn't cheap. I don't know where you got the money, but we'll need to become profitable sooner rather than later."

Grayson made a nonchalant gesture. "I'm glad you have an eye for detail, but don't worry so much. I want you to think bigger. Think about what you want. Think about power. Think about politicians."

Danial considered in silence. Silence save for the pussy eating and the rasp of sheets as Amy wriggled.

"That's a boy, Danial. I see the gears turning. Think as large as you possibly can, and then think a bit bigger than that. For instance, I can take this city, maybe more."

Shock tugged Danial's eyes wide as he fully realized Grayson's aims. "Somehow, I believe you."

"You believe me because I'm telling you the truth." And don't dare show any signs of skepticism, or you're out.

Sarah was making loud sucking sounds on Amy's pussy. Amy strained against the ropes as she orgasmed.

Danial rubbed the stubble on his chin. "I have some ideas. I don't know how you make things happen, but I'll start passing some things by you starting tomorrow. And we can go from there."

"Excellent. If you'll excuse me, my dick is hard again." Grayson walked to stand behind Sarah. "Sarah, I want to fuck you."

"Oh, I'm not really into guys, you know."

"I know. But you've already turned yourself on, and I've let you defile my stepsis. You can lay on her if you wish. I just want to use your hole."

"Okay," Sarah said, crawling to lay belly to belly with Amy.

Grayson dipped his dick into Amy just to get extra lubrication and then thrust into the other pussy.

Sarah grunted and began sucking on Amy's tits.

Grayson said, "I want smart people. Danial. We'll need lawyers and accountants, even if they're students. Come to the cafeteria tomorrow with Oliver and David. I'll show you how big this will get. The college is mine." He pounded Sarah's pussy, and she humped Amy with each impact.

"I'll be there and in class. Though soon, I think our time may become constrained."

Grayson pulled himself from Sarah. "True. Now, please untie Amy, and I'll see you both tomorrow. I'm a little worn out. I need my beauty sleep."

It was true. He needed sleep. But after they left and Amy walked back to her room, he took out the statue and filled the bowl in its hands with sand. He began to write commands. He'd need an extra cup of coffee in the morning, but it would be worth it. He took out a list of names. A hypnotist would perform tomorrow, and what a performance it would be.